There is an inner perfection
The same for every one.
When the pysche stops dancing, churning and burning,
Its journey done --
There it is,
Where it has been all day long;
Searched for,
Striven for,
Longed for.
Perfection never leaves;
It remains,
Forgetten and unnoticed.
Simply re-member
And notice
This here/now is perfect,
Just as it is.
Surrender to that.
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